Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Four reviews, huh? Not used to get so few ^_^; So extra big, massive thank yous to the four who were kind enough to tell me what they thought.

Dragon
Like I said, I think we all needed the fluff and a tender Fenrir is the best way to get that :D

vaire
Someone has already asked that question, and I answered, but I shall answer again for your sake:
The phoenix healing abilities heal poisons, magical infections/diseases, and physical abrasions. There isn't anything physically wrong with Harry's eyes, they aren't actually broken and if his poor eyesight was due to something like cataracts then it would have been fixed. As his eye-sight is genetic, however, there's nothing for the ability to actually heal.

Sirin Black
My, my, quite a compliment there ^_^

Kuromei
There won't be anymore trouble for Sirius; he's smart enough to now realise that he can't win. Lovely singing by the way *gives you the change in my pocket before hugging you and running off*

Let's not delay further and instead get on with things :)

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No more than a week later and Harry was almost back to full health. He was still feeling rather worse for wear in the evenings after the day time had worn him out, but otherwise he was back to his normal self. Fenrir had even felt comfortable enough to allow his mate to visit Severus on his own during the school's lunch break, a sure sign that the teenager was getting better as there was no way the werewolf would've let such a thing happen if he thought Harry was still ill.

It was as Harry was returning from his visit that he came across a rather odd sight. Ahead of him was Ron and Hermione and, strangely, they were peeking around the corner into the next corridor as if they were spying on something. Such a thing couldn't be the case though and so the dark haired teenager approached them without hesitation.

"Hey guys," he chirped happily only to be instantly silenced by the pair. He blinked in surprise. "What's wrong?" He queried, speaking in a whisper.

"Come look," Ron urged just as quietly, beckoning the shorter boy closer.

Harry did as instructed, moving closer to the corner and then poking his head around. In the next corridor, surprisingly, was Fenrir. He was clothed thankfully, as he always had to be when out of the privacy of their rooms, but he was oddly just standing there, doing nothing. A hard look was in his eyes and he was glaring straight at the wall no more than a foot and a half in front of his face.

"What's he doing Harry?" Ron asked curiously.

"What makes you think I know?" The dark haired boy whispered as quietly as possible since he now knew it was Fenrir they were spying on; it wouldn't have shocked him in the least if the man already knew they were there.

"Well, he's your..." Ron trailed off then, seeming suddenly awkward.

"My what?"

"Boyfriend?" The red head offered, cringing at his own words.

Harry grimaced upon hearing that. "Never say that again." He pleaded.

"Well what would you call him?" Ron demanded defensively, as though he hadn't cringed at his own phrase.

Harry offered a shrug. "Lover, mate, Alpha, take your pick."

"That's your Alpha?" Hermione gasped, sounding scandalised (apparently she had somehow missed him around the school or had simply never made the connection between him and Harry). "How old is he?"

"Goddess knows." The dark haired boy snickered, though he also genuingly didn't know how old the man was and he made a mental note to ask later.

"He's far too old for you!" The girl protested.

Once again, Harry shrugged. "I don't think so, but others do. He's not a bad person though, want to meet him?"

"Yes, yes I do." Hermione agreed angrily, and although it wasn't said, the words "and give him a piece of my mind" were clear in her tone.

Harry couldn't help but feel a small amount of amusement at Hermione's obvious displeasure over Fenrir's age and her apparent determination to tell the man off about it. What she was planning to say and how she would go about saying it were a complete mystery but Harry certainly was looking forward to seeing how things turned out, though only because he'd be able to intervene before anything heated could happen. Fenrir was hardly a patient man after all and Hermione seemed to be the sort of person who wouldn't leave an argument alone if she thought she was right.

Fenrir didn't acknowledge them as they approached, not even when they had reached his side and come to a stop. Harry waited a moment to see if he'd at least get a grunt or a glance, but when nothing came he took the initiative to speak. "Sir, you remember Ron, right? And this is Hermione, another friend." He said by way of introduction, making sure not to use his Alpha's name in the presence of two who didn't know who he really was.

Fenrir gave a small grunt to the teenager's words but otherwise didn't react.

Hermione seemed rather miffed at being so completely ignored but she said nothing. Harry glanced from her to his Alpha and noticed the hard look on the man's face. He followed the gaze of the dark eyes only to see nothing of significance ahead. Even when he had moved to stand beside Fenrir and look exactly where the man was looking, he saw nothing note-worthy.

"What is it?" Harry finally asked curiously, glancing from his Alpha to the wall and then back to his Alpha.

"There's something in there." Fenrir grunted.

"In where?"

"The room behind the wall."

Harry frowned in confusion at that. "There's a room behind the wall? Then where's the door?"

"Dunno, but there is something behind it." Fenrir grunted, still staring hard at the stones. "It's dark."

"A Horcrux?" Harry gasped, simply guessing that that was what the man was implying.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked susiciously, intelligent enough to realise that something significant was happening.

"There's something we need behind this wall," Harry answered, deliberately being vague. "We don't know how to get to it though."

The girl frowned a little then an glanced around herself. "I think this is..." She murmured, mostly to herself before turning to actually speak to Harry. "I think whatever it is you're looking for is in the Room of Requirement."

"The what?" Fenrir grunted.

"The Room of Requirement appears when a person needs it most, giving them exactly what they need."

"So, like, say you were walking past and you really needed the toilet," Ron put in then, the question sounding more like a suggestion in tone.

Hermione was obviously distasteful about the example. "Yes, that's the basic idea." She confirmed nonetheless. "You have to walk past the area three times, thinking of what you want. When the door appears, you'll find whatever it was you thinking of inside."

"So, if I walk past the room three times, thinking about the Horcrux inside, it'll be in there when we open the door?" Harry checked.

"I would assume so." The girl replied though she didn't sound completely sure.

Harry sent a quick glance at the wall then before he took in a deep breath and started to walk off to the right. Just before he could start to focus on what it was he wanted to appear behind the door, his mind paused and he considered his choice of words carefully. Instead of saying the more obvious "take me to the Horcrux" Harry instead decided on "I need the place where everything is hidden." He wasn't sure why he chose to think those words instead, they simply felt better, more natural, and Harry had learnt in the past that it was always better to go with his instinct.

After his three times back and forth, the door appeared in the wall, just as Hermione had said it would, and Harry felt a flare of hope make him slightly giddy. Once he had come to a stop, no one moved for a moment, as though they had no intention of going inside. It was once again the dark haired teenager who moved things forward and he stepped closer to the door, reaching a hand out to grasp the handle. However, before his fingertips could get within an inch, Fenrir's hand had shot out to stop him.

"Let me." He grunted at his young mate's curious look.

Harry obediently pulled his hand back to himself but stuck close to his Alpha as the man reached forward and clasped the door handle. A twist and a push later and the door opened for them. Fenrir was the first to stick his head inside. Then, a few seconds later, he drew his head out and gave Harry a firm nod; a sign that all was safe. Harry beckoned to his two friends with his own nod before stepping forward and following his lover into the room, Ron and Hermione close behind him.

Inside the room they found that it was completely disproportionate to how big it should've been. The area was massive, easily the size of a cathedral though it looked like a city; a city with walls made from thousands and thousands of objects. Harry felt the hope he had felt die a little; how were they ever going to find anything in such a massive mess?

"Why'd he hide it in here? Didn't he realise anyone would be able to get in?" Ron queried suddenly, his voice echoing in the silence.

"Maybe he thought no one would be mad enough to try to look for anything in here." Harry grumbled, not looking forward to having to rummage through so much junk. "I mean, where do we even start? And how are we even going to remember where we started?"

It was then that Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it towards the room. "Accio Horcrux," she tried, thrusting the length of wood forwards. Nothing happened.

Fenrir sneered at her. "You really thought it was gonna be that easy?"

The teenage girl looked a little embarrassed at that and said nothing. Ron picked up on that obviously as he sent Fenrir a small glare.

Naturally, the man wasn't at all fazed with the reactions and simply rolled his eyes. "We're splitting up." He ordered then, taking Harry by the back of the neck as he always did. "You two look where you like, we're heading this way." Fenrir was leading them forwards before either of the other teenagers could speak a word of protest.

"Do you think it was the best idea to leave them by themselves?" Harry asked as he allowed himself to be dragged along.

"No one asked them to come in." Fenrir pointed out.

"I know, but since they are here...Oh never mind," he sighed with a shake of his head. "Obviously you're not concerned, though I suspect it's because you don't care more than anything else."

The Alpha gave a grunt in reply but said nothing and simply concentrated on moving them forwards without hesitation.

It was that surity of movement that made Harry think. "Do you actually know where we're going?"

"I can feel it." Fenrir revealed. "We're getting closer to it."

Harry was rather surprised to hear that his Alpha had such a strong awareness of the Horcrux...Unless it wasn't a Horcrux. Fenrir had never felt that Harry was a Horcrux after all so maybe what they were searching for wasn't actually a Horcrux. Of course, if it was one, then that threw up the question of why Fenrir hadn't sensed the one inside Harry but that was something to think over only when they were sure it was what the man was sensing.

When they came to a sudden stop, Harry didn't need to ask why. Even if common sense failed to provide the answer, Fenrir's hard stare over to the side was more than enough. Then, when the Alpha spoke, the situation was confirmed.

"It's up there."

Just to their left was a blistered old cupboard with a pock-marked stone warlock wearing an old wig on top of it. Nestled in the wig was what looked like an ancient, discoloured tiara.

"The metal thing?" Harry queried.

"Yeah."

The teenager gave a small hum as he studied the immediate area. The Horcrux was too high up even for Fenrir to reach comfortably and the last thing they wanted to do was accidently knock it into the other junk around or set off any possible traps.

"Give me a boost and I'll get it," he ordered then, already lifting up his arms to reach above.

"No, I'll do it," Fenrir insisted, moving forward to do as such. However, he had to stop when Harry stubbornly got in his way.

"No," the teenager echoed, though his tone was far more insistant than the adult's. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it safely. You can't reach comfortably, lift me up and I can."

"What if it's hexed?" The Alpha growled impatiently.

"Then I'll suffer what you would've suffered." Harry shrugged simply.

"It's not your job to protect me."

"I beg to differ," the boy insisted just before turning back to face the cupboard. "Now, are you going to give me a boost or do I have to call Ron to give me a hand instead?"

That idea didn't sit well with Fenrir for no doubt countless reasons. So, it was reluctantly that the Alpha put his hands on either side of his mate's hips and hefted him up in one smooth motion. Harry couldn't fight the natural reaction to grip onto the hands that held him as his feet left the ground but he soon managed to control his actions again and he reached up and forwards to retrieve the tiara. He found that he was just short of reaching it and he gave a small huff of frustration.

"Shuffle forward a little." He ordered the man holding him.

Fenrir obeyed without dispute and took half a step forward. It was enough and got Harry into the exact position he wanted. He found it easy then to reach across the small distance and pluck the tiara from where it had rested on the dusty wig. Nothing happened when he did so and so the teenager also got the satisfaction of knowing that Fenrir hadn't been right to worry for once.

"Got it, you can put me down now." Harry revealed, bringing one hand down to pat one of Fenrir's.

Harry was set down quickly but gently and was immediately forced to turn around to face the adult. Fenrir checked him over quickly with his eyes, making sure there were no obvious side-effects from handling the Horcrux. Only when the Alpha was assured his mate was fine did the man relax and ruffle Harry's hair.

"Nice job Pup," Fenrir congratulated.

Beaming under the praise, Harry looked at the object in his hands. It seemed harmless enough but he knew better than to question Fenrir. When his Alpha held out his hand in a silent order to hand over the tiara, the teenager did as expected and placed the item into the large hand.

"What are we going to do with it?" He asked curiously.

"Dumbledore can sort it out," Fenrir grunted. "While we watch."

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"It's a Horcrux; destroy it."

That was the abrupt order Fenrir gave Professor Dumbledore the evening the tiara had been found in the Room of Requirement as he slammed the item down on the man's desk. They had waited until classes were over and dinner had been served before taking the object to the man and Fenrir hadn't even bothered to knock before he had entered the office and started to make his demands.

Quite understandably, Dumbledore looked rather surprised at the offering and he carefully lifted it into his hands to study it. After a moment or two, his eyes widened and he looked up at the werewolf in shock. "Where did you get this?"

"Room of Requirement, now destroy it." Fenrir grunted.

"I'm sorry, but these things can't simply be destroyed. It needs to be done safely, after planning..." Dumbledore tried to explain.

"If I trusted you, maybe I'd believe that. As it is, if you don't destroy that Horcrux now, willingly, then I'll make you destroy it."

Harry couldn't deny that he felt rather sorry for the headmaster at that moment. Although Dumbledore could probably look after himself if worse came to worse, seeing such an elderly man being ordered around so harshly by someone of Fenrir's rough appearance, it tugged at the teenager's heart strings. So he intervened. He rested a hand on Fenrir's arm, effectively silencing the man for a moment, and gave Dumbledore a small smile.

"If you can't destroy it now Headmaster, perhaps you could tell us how soon you will be able to."

"Oh, it won't take long to prepare," the headmaster assured, sounding as though he wasn't at all intimidated by the situation. "I'm sure around this time tomorrow everything will be safely in order to allow us to destroy it."

"That's great," Harry smiled. "Is there anything you need help with?"

"Oh no, dear boy, this is a case where too many cooks can spoil the broth. No, no, you boys just have the rest of the day to yourselves and I'll make sure to call for you both when things are ready to be put in motion."

"Thank you Headmaster, see you tomorrow then." The teenager said before he took his Alpha's arm and led him from the room.

Once they were down the stairs and the statue had stepped back into place, Fenrir finally pulled his arm away and gave Harry an unimpressed look. "What was that?" He grunted, sounding annoyed.

"That was called being civil, an alien concept to you, I know." The teenager replied and for it was given a clip around the back of the head. "Oi!"

"Cheeky pup," the adult muttered, ignoring the indignant exclaimtion. "You've never been particularly civil to the old coot before, why start now?"

Harry gave a light shrug at that and looked visibly awkward. "He's done so much for us, and kept us safe for so long. I'm starting to feel guilty about the way we treat him. He might have a funny way of showing it but I think he really does care about what happens to the both of us."

"Where's all this sentimental crap coming from?"

"Like I said, I feel guilty." The teenager said easily, obviously not put off by his mate's harsh manner. "Besides, it's easier to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar; bullying him wasn't going to make him destroy the Horcrux any faster but being nice to him might've just worked."

Fenrir muttered something under his breath then, something Harry didn't quite catch. He chose not to question it though, especially not when Fenrir's hand came to hold the back of his neck. The man obviously wasn't angry with him so it was easier to simply let him be a grump.

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As Harry served five cups of tea, he was rather amazed with the situation around him. He and Fenrir were joined in their living room by Remus, Sirius, and Severus and no one had yet started an argument. In fact, all four adults seemed to be quite at peace with each other at that moment. Perhaps it was because they were discussing an important subject, or perhaps it was something else. Harry had noticed that since Fenrir had been revived, he had been generally less hostile to the other three men and they were reacting to that in turn. Just as the teenager now felt far more assured of Fenrir's affection for him, maybe the Alpha felt that same reassurance and so was less inclined to be hostile to those he may have previously seen as threats and rivals for Harry's affections.

"So, apparently, there is a limit to how far away a Horcrux is before you sense it," Severus mused after listening to Fenrir recall how he had sensed what Riddle's diary and Ravenclaw's diadem were. "It was only when Harry brought the diary into your rooms that you felt it, and it was only when you passed that section of corridor that you sensed the diadem."

"Perhaps the magic in the school dulls the senses a little as well, or just magic in general." Remus suggested then. "That would explain why Greyback never sensed what Harry was; Harry's magic may have dulled the feeling."

"Well that's all very good and interesting, but it doesn't much help us, does it?" Sirius pointed out as he accepted his cup of tea from his godson. "We don't even have general clues as to where the other Horcruxes are and until we at least have a general location, Greyback's little party trick is useless to us."

"Well, I think it's safe to say we can rule the school out since I don't think more than two would've been left here," Harry theorised as he handed out tea to Remus and Severus.

"I believe I heard the headmaster once mention an orphanage." Severus recalled.

"What about his Death Eaters?" Fenrir spoke up then, accepting a cup of tea from the teenager before pulling the youth onto his lap. "Would he have trusted any of them enough to give 'em Horcruxes to look after?"

"The Malfoys." Remus immediately said, speaking what everyone else had thought.

"Your family were all high ranking Death Eaters weren't they, Black?" Severus asked then.

"So?" Sirius replied rather defensively.

"Would they have been trusted with anything?"

Sirius didn't say anything to that at first but the expression on his face revealed that he agreed such a thing was possible. Eventually, he spoke very slowly. "If there's anything, it'll be in the attic most probably."

"I ain't travelling by floo or portkey and I won't apparate." Fenrir said immediately.

"Why must you be so bloody awkward?" Severus muttered.

"And the pup ain't going on his own." The Alpha added after, ignoring Severus completely and tightening the arm wrapped around the teenager's waist.

"There wouldn't be much point in me going on my own," Harry pointed out. "What with the Horcrux inside me being destroyed as well as my lycanthropy, I wouldn't be able to sense what we're looking for."

"Perhaps the best course of action we can take then is for you to bring the contents of your attic here," Severus mused in Sirius's general direction. "Then Harry and Greyback can sort through the items at their leisure, and your house gets a no doubt desperately needed spring clean."

"I think that's a good idea," Remus agreed before any offence could be taken to the Potions Master's final quip. "Of course we three could help whenever we have the time." He turned to the man sitting beside him on the sofa. "Don't you think, Sirius?"

Sirius, who up until then had been staring glumly into his cup of tea, looked up at them briefly before glaring off to the side. "Even if I didn't, I've been out-voted; guess it's what we'll do then."

Everyone in the room knew why Sirius was disappointed; he had obviously been hoping that searching for a Horcrux would provide an excuse to have Harry go over to his house. The teenager couldn't help but hold some sympathy for the man as it was such a simple request and he was clearly upset that it would apparently never come to be. Perhaps, Harry thought to himself idly as he settled on the floor in front of Fenrir's chair, he would bring the subject up with his Alpha and see if they couldn't come to some future arrangement for Sirius' sake.

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Harry's back arched dramatically and his fingers and toes curled as his orgasm rushed through him. Moments later, Fenrir, spooned behind the teenager, gave a loud cry as he experienced the same bliss and released himself inside his mate. And then there was peace as the after-glow set in and the natural quiet of the room was only disturbed by their pants as they tried to recapture their breath.

With his breathing back to normal, Harry gave one final sigh before he relaxed completely, his eyes falling shut in contentment and a soft smile gracing his lips. Behind him, however, Fenrir seemed unable to surrender to such peace and his eyes remained open and his expression serious. He said nothing for the longest time and perhaps he was not intending to say anything and would have said nothing if not for the fact his mate chose then to speak.

"Is there a reason you're all tense and agitated?"

"April's full moon is less than a week away." The man grunted.

"And you're worrying about this because...?" Harry enquired, sounding half asleep.

"There are other werewolves who hang around Hogwarts' forest during full moon periods." Fenrir revealed as though that answered everything.

Harry gave a small huff then as he opened his eyes. He carefully pulled away from Fenrir so that they parted from where they had still been joined from their mating before he shifted over onto his other side in order to face his lover. "Why are you worried?" He demanded, deciding to no longer skate around the issue.

"You don't have any lycanthropy left in you and as far as the wolf side of me as concerned, I don't have a mate anymore. Even drugged up with Wolfsbane, if I come across another werewolf more than likely I'll end up fucking it."

The teenager felt his blood run cold at that. The idea of Fenrir being with anyone else, in whatever form, was enough to make Harry feel like crying. He wasn't going to cry of course, that would just be unnecessary and completely embarrassing, but he didn't answer right away and he couldn't stop his feelings on the matter show on his face.

"Not 'cause I want to, Pup, but 'cause an animal can't understand the concept of love."

Harry knew it wasn't something that could be prevented baring the idea that the Alpha be physically locked away for the duration (and there was no chance that either of them were going to consent to that) but the idea still hurt. He knew Fenrir had been with countless other females in the past and in his mind that should've made things better. In reality though, it didn't. Harry wanted Fenrir for himself, just like Fenrir wanted Harry for himself. What could be done though? What could be done?

Suddenly, Harry was struck with an idea which, although probably wouldn't solve the problem, would definitely make the teenager feel a whole lot better.

"I'm spending the day times with you." He declared firmly.

"No, you ain't," Fenrir immediately disagreed. "I won't be thinking straight, Pup, you know that, and I won't be taking no for an answer."

"What makes you think I'd ever say no to you?"

"When I've mounted you countless times over several hours and fucked you raw each time, I can't imagine you not saying no. You can take your pain, I know that, but not to that extent."

Harry gave an irritated huff then. "Anyone would think I was threatening to keep watch on you, not offering you limitless sex when you're randy as hell." He paused then and set a pointed look onto his lover. "Don't think I'm even gonna listen to you. You can't stop me from coming out to see you and I really can't see you turning me away when I do."

A low growl of growing anger left Fenrir then. "This isn't a game or me playing hard to get or some shit like that! The risk of you getting seriously hurt in that situation is very real, and I know what you're thinking; wear me out during the day and I won't feel like fucking anything when the moon's out. You know it doesn't work like that so there's no point in taking the risk just so you can have your way."

The teenager's face grew sad at that and he gave the Alpha a slightly hurt look before turning over onto his other side so he was facing away from the man. "I only want to help." He murmured, sounding completely heart-broken.

Fenrir rubbed his forehead in frustration as he mentally scolded himself for being too harsh over the situation. He knew that his young mate only wanted to help him and wanted to try anything to stop any suffering or adultery committing, but the boy's plan wasn't going to work and was far too dangerous! Just the thought of the damage Harry might have inflicted upon him was hard for Fenrir to even acknowledge. Harry was the only thing he'd ever had in his life that was truly precious to him. Even when he'd had a pack, to see one of them injured made him sad and angry but that was all. To see Harry hurt, it destroyed a piece of Fenrir every time and to know that he had caused the injury...He would rather reluctantly shag a completely random female werewolf than be in that situation again.

But Harry so obviously wanted to help and was distressed that he wasn't allowed to do so. Fenrir could sympathise, he really could. If the situation was reversed and he was forced to sit around and do nothing while Harry suffered to such an extent he would more than likely discard any protest and do what he thought was best. He was an adult though and hardly what could be described as fragile. Harry, in Fenrir's eyes at least, was so delicate, so easy to shatter inadvertantly, how could he consent to the boy putting himself in such danger?

After a few moments of silence though, with Harry's back to Fenrir and Fenrir not knowing what to say to make things better, he knew that he would never be able to convince the teenager of that fact and if the situation continued as it was, Harry's feelings were going to be what got hurt. The Alpha gave a tired sigh and chose that time to surrender. It wasn't a fight he was going to win with good conscience and so it was a fight he would rather lose. He reached out and grabbed Harry, wrapping an arm around the thin waist and yanking him back to his chest, holding him there in a tight embrace.

"You can come and see me at midday, between eleven and one, when the moon will have the least affect on me, but only then. Come any other time and I will be very, very irritated when I regain my senses." He rumbled in the boy's ear.

Harry said nothing to that immediately but after a moment did start to wiggle in Fenrir's hold. At first, the man though his mate was unsatisfied with the compromise and was trying to get away, but it soon became clear that the boy was actually just turning over so they were facing each other again. When their eyes met, Harry offered a small smile before he dipped forward to place the lightest and briefest of kisses on his Alpha's lips.

"Good night Fenrir," he murmured before he settled down against the warm form of the adult and allowed his eyes to drop shut.

Fenrir gave a heavy sigh. "Night Pup," he grunted before pecking a kiss to the boy's forehead. He didn't fall asleep though, his mind was too plagued with thoughts and worries to allow that for several minutes more.

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For once, Harry was dreading April's full moon for a completely unselfish reason. For the first time in what seemed like an age (and was actually only two years) Harry didn't have to endure the torture of the forth full moon. However, Fenrir did and that made the teenager feel obscurely guilty. He was free from the torment and yet his Alpha still have to suffer through it. Then there was the possibility that Fenrir might find relief with another werewolf and that just made the teenager's green eyes all the more green. It was also making him more reluctant to let his lover leave, as was being unconsciously displayed by the fact the boy had his arms firmly wrapped around the man's waist and had his face buried against the man's side.

"You're gonna have to let go soon, Pup," Fenrir advised before he gulped down his dose of wolfsbane, grimacing as he swallowed.

"I know," Harry bit back somewhat defensively. "And when soon arrives I'll let go. 'Til then, I'm holding on."

"Shall I lock him in his room for the duration?" Severus offered with an amused quirk of the lips.

"You do that and the second I get out I'll make your life a living hell." The teenager groused darkly.

"No one's gonna lock you away, now kiss me," Fenrir ordered, not giving the boy a chance to respond on his own and instead simply taking a kiss. Although Harry did his best to try and deepen the contact, the Alpha showed an amazing amount of control for a werewolf who was less than half an hour away from entering his full blown heat and pushed the boy away firmly. "See you tomorrow, midday, then," he sighed before quickly stalking away, obviously not willing to test the boundries of his control.

Harry gave a light sigh as he watched his Alpha walk away. The whole situation was going to cause him sleepless nights, he just knew it.